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The light at 8:10 and the way those water towers look
Brother's story of trading a crucifix for a chocolate pie
Stopping at various points in central park to sit on benches
Descrip of the renaissance youth on audio tour.
Portrait of the blacksmith's daughter
"that French woman just touched my hand by accident"
Sheep meadow
2. This poem I wrote in a poetry workshop in Kansas with Luci Tapahonso in the early '90s. Well, my friend Wendy found it and sent me this photo. (Dig the Jane Austen epigraph.) I think I'm better at line breaks and stuff now.
3. I also found a notation in my phone from August 1, 2009: "Deanie Loomis." It was meant to remind myself to get another cat and name her Deanie Loomis. Later that month, though, I would begin dating Clifton, who is allergic to cats. Cliftons are all well and good, but I still want a cat, too.
4. And there's this Levertov poem called "Aware" in which she talks about "the vine leaves/ speaking among themselves in abundant/ whispers." Here's the second stanza:
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
embarrassed, the way
humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
the conversation had ended
just before you arrived.
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